Omen
Rose Polenzani Lyrics

Follow the road, It turns like leaves.
I am driving down a road that twists and turns like the leaves of the trees around me.

My wife, shiny lady, My child asleep.
My wife is beside me and my child is asleep in the backseat.

Slow through the prairie, Gentle on the pedal, Her voice drops a story, Points up through the trees.
We are driving slowly through a prairie, pressing gently on the pedal. My wife's voice drops low as she tells me a story and points up at the trees.

All the stars were falling. She said it was a godsend. I promised her that I Would take her where the stars land.
My wife and I saw stars falling from the night sky. She saw it as a good sign, and I promised to take her to where the stars landed.

Mare in the pasture, Who my love loved, Take my lonesome body in. I seen her riding, Her mouth half open. Child, sleep longer, You're still with your mother.
There is a mare in a nearby pasture that my wife loved. I ask the mare to take my lonely body in. My wife is riding the horse with her mouth half open. I ask my child to sleep longer, as they are still with their mother.

All the cars parked on the lawn, She said it was an omen. I laughed at the time, But whose heart was open?
We see cars parked on a lawn and my wife believes it is an omen. I laughed it off at the time, but now I wonder whose heart was open to the signs around us.

Who was the young man Who stood by his car, Beckoned with his finger, All four doors ajar? Who was the woman, Climbed into the shotgun, My kisses upon her, Lit up like the sun?
We saw a man standing by his car, beckoning us over with his finger and all four doors open. A woman then climbed into the front seat with my kisses upon her and the moment is lit up like the sun.

How my heart was molting Inside my body. I'll collect the feathers To make wings for our baby.
My heart is breaking inside my body. I will collect the feathers to make wings for our baby, so they can fly away from this painful situation.

Moon rising under The moans of the mare, My ass clenched against her, My child upstairs. I love the sound of The lowing farmland, Choked in the silence Of my lovers absence.
The moon is rising as the mare moans. I am clenched up against the horse, while my child is upstairs. I love the sound of the farmland around me, but it is choked by the absence of my lover.

All the cars parked on the lawn, She said it was an omen. I laughed at the time, But whose heart was open?
We see cars parked on a lawn and my wife believes it is an omen. I laughed it off at the time, but now I wonder whose heart was open to the signs around us.